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real g's - spice 1 lyrics

[verse 1: big mike]
i’m from that bad ass [?] (uh)
chizzard out in [?], way clean on vogues (wha’?)
down somethin’ mean on ho’s (that’s right)
somethin’ they ain’t seen befo’‚ yeah see me glow
see me shine‚ put the whip game down
on it bring it back about four‚ five times
i’m good (that’s right) boys know knock on wood
ey my name rang in the hood
big mike baby

[verse 2: spice 1]
check it out i got g’s in the bank, g’s in my wallet
g’s on the streets, n*gga g’s in my pocket
it’s a lot of real g’s everywhere a n*gga go
from the hood liquor sto’ to k!llers on death row
’cause a g know a real g when a g see him
look a g up in his eyes‚ and you know you don’t wanna be him
this is real g sh*t down to the epitome
one hand in the penitentiary one in the bentley
b*tches be into g’s they can be centerpiece
wed her up, and then she get up and set up my enemies
throw some g’s in his casket, bury him a g
six g’s carry him‚ n*gga, including me
it’s a lot of dead g’s just restin’ in playa pieces
so now i gotta put n*ggas on a paintin’ like the mona lisa
all my g’s in attack formation, strategize
bossalini, fetty chico, the ridah immortalized

[chorus: spice 1]
i got g’s in the bank, g’s in my pocket
g’s in the streets n*gga, g’s in my wallet
it’s a lot of real g’s everywhere a n*gga go
and all the real g’s in this maf*cka know
i got g’s in the bank, g’s in my pocket
g’s on the streets n*gga, g’s in my wallet
it’s a lot of real g’s everywhere a n*gga go
and all the real g’s in this maf*cka know

[verse 3: big mike]
bling like jewelry, suspend your time in the game
made me a hog in the lane (uh huh)
burn like flame mustang (what?)
wipe boys out like stains, playin’ no games
i’m sayin’ stayin’ clean as a b*tch, g to the t
and ain’t missin’ nare a stitch, missin’ nare a snitch
they can get the bidness, for being in the bidness
what is this relentless

[verse 4: hussein fatal]
i keep my ears to the hood, when the streets is watchin’
i know, when i’m creepin’ low, she be watchin’ yeah
so i ride in the lexus and burn estates
on the west side of texas, with jersey plates
i got the room, got the loud, and the x’s too
plenty room, go ahead and bring ya besty too
it’s a hotel party tonight, and them b*tches in my room now already ripe (yeah)

[chorus: spice 1 & richie rich]
i got g’s in the bank, g’s in my pocket
g’s in the streets n*gga, g’s in my wallet
it’s a lot of real g’s everywhere a n*gga go
and all the real g’s in this maf*cka know
i got g’s in the bank, g’s in my pocket
g’s on the streets n*gga, g’s in my wallet (richie rich)
it’s a lot of real g’s everywhere a n*gga go (this how n*ggas get down on the west)
and all the real g’s in this maf*cka know

[verse 5: richie rich]
coke money? got that. rag bentley? got that
boss stick, for any bad b*tch, where the c*ck at
hood sh*t? spit that. real sh*t? live that
and h*lla n*ggas fin’ to be glad to hear rich back
oakland’s where i live at, the mound where i pitch at
we throw hard ball, soft ball, they smoke and they sniff that
half you n*ggas got guns but don’t know where the clip at
ya n*gga lost his life, i’ma tell ya where he slipped at
pillow talkin’ to b*tches, tellin’ where the sh*t at
now he dead and gone, and his b*tch is gettin’ kick backs
where i’m from them type of b*tches get cl!ck clacks
see i don’t care what you’ve heard stay up out of this way
n*ggas know a good day for me is a hundred rizzacks
f*ck what you spent in the club, what’s with your stizzack?
you ain’t gettin’ money n*gga you ain’t doin’ jizzack
and if you ain’t with this g’ sh*t, n*gga play the bizzack

[chorus: spice 1 & richie rich]
i got g’s in the bank, g’s in my pocket
g’s in the streets n*gga, g’s in my wallet
it’s a lot of real g’s everywhere a n*gga go
and all the real g’s in this maf*cka know
i got g’s in the bank, g’s in my pocket
g’s on the streets n*gga, g’s in my wallet
it’s a lot of real g’s everywhere a n*gga go
and all the real g’s in this maf*cka know

[outro: c.p.]
ain’t nothin but g’ flowin’ through my soul
west texas on mine
i’ma be a g’ til my maf*ckin’ body turn cold
elder e on the grind
said ain’t nothin but g’ flowin’ through my soul
bring it back, bring it back
i’ma be a maf*ckin’ g’ til my body turn cold
coooooold
elder entertainment
bring it back records yeah
ohhhh

- spice 1 lyrics

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